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Dragging her lips away, only to taste the salted sweetness of his skin, she left a red-hot trail of kisses down an unshaven chin, a neck tasting of his familiar masculine scent, and finally down a strong sinewy chest. She just reached the dark dimple of his belly button where the smallest amount of dark hair disappeared, when he reached for her bare shoulders and drew her mouth back to his with a groan.
His hands left her shoulders to grasp a handful of chestnut hair and tugged her head back. His lips then sought out her long slender neck, sucking on the tender skin as he went until he claimed a soft earlobe between his teeth. Laura moaned desperately, yearning to be closer.
“Lord, you're beautiful!” His husky voice murmured against her ear, as his zealous hands slid from the silky arch of her back to the rounds of her aroused breasts.
Happiness filled her heart and it was out of pure love she slid from his embrace and lay invitingly across the carpet.
Having her exposed nakedness stretched out before him, lit his eyes with fervent desire. Seeing his obvious wanting and primeval hunger yielded Laura's heart. She needed him more than she ever needed anything before in her life. With love in her eyes she opened her arms and enfolded him within her embrace.
He joined her on the floor, his body stretched above her as his mouth ravished her lips and set fire to a new level of longing. Heart pounding wildly, she felt a need for release. “Dexter, please, I need you.”
“I know, I know.” In a gruff mutter, he clasped her tight before bending down and scooping her into his arms.
Looking up into his highly aroused eyes, she needed desperately for him to say the words. “Do you want me, Dexter?”
“Lord, yes.” He reached the sofa bed and deposited her gently on the crumpled sheets.
Her heart skipped a beat with joy. His mouth claimed the pink tip of her breast, sucking it until it formed a hard peak. She gasped from the sheer thrill his feverish touch awakened in a body she had no idea was capable of feeling such extremes. Briefly, she thought of telling him this would be her first time, but the greater fear of destroying the moment prevented her from speaking. Instead, she allowed the wondrous joy of having his touch and kiss take her away.
Reality she would face later, for now she delighted in the frenzied trail of rapture he left behind as his lips kissed a path from the peaks of her breasts down her belly. Arching her spine, a cry of passion escaped her parted lips, as his own reached the innocent oasis of her womanhood. She felt her heart accelerate, and the world soaring in her ears, reminding her of Adell’s seashell, until a fabulous burst of elation hurled itself within her body.
Swiftly, but tenderly, Dexter slid between her parted legs and entered the moist folds. Still on a crest of rhapsody, Laura was nevertheless unable to stop from crying out in pain as Dexter penetrated the sweet barrier sheltering her innocence.
He suddenly froze, the fervor and urgency drained from his heated face. Watching him, Laura felt a sudden pang pierce her heart. Reality returned with an ugly vengeance at the worse possible moment.
Grasping her shoulders, he held her away with great restraint and in a hoarse voice, demanded, “Why didn't you tell me?”
She wanted to cry from the look of loathsome on his face. “Does it matter? I love you, Dexter.”
She reached for him with uncertainty, needing earnestly her love returned. Mercifully, he did not resist, however his expression turned empty and void. With a wounded heart, Laura knew he had detached himself from the moment. Not physically, perhaps, but most definitely emotionally. If she had any pride she would have detached herself as well but they had gone too far.
Holding back partly, his movements became gentle and silvery until Laura reached a wondrous climax. Moaning softly she coiled her legs about his midriff and drew his rigid form deeper inside. She heard him groan, felt his forehead press against her shoulder then unable to restrain himself any longer, a burst of passion shot through her as he again began the rhythmic movement. This time harder and fast
er with a brutish virility that inflamed her lustful needs. The high extremities he took her reached intoxicating levels leaving her begging for release.
In one last thrust, her insides erupted into exultation. A gala of beauty and wonder had her marveling at the sheer joy engulfing her entirely. He must have felt the same for he cried out in ecstasy before collapsing his large and heated body onto her own.
They lay there for many minutes, the only sound coming from their combined heavy breathing.
At last Dexter drew back and rolled over to the other side of the bed. She looked over at him, hoping he would say something, but he remained silent, staring up at the dark ceiling. An unwelcome coldness filled her heart, having nothing to do with the room's low temperature.
“Dexter?” Her voice sounded unsteady, but she needed desperately to feel wanted, at the very least.
He didn't respond right away, just continued to stare up at the blank ceiling. But when Laura attempted his name again, her voice cracking this time, he looked her way. She stared at him with eyes glistening with unshed tears. If he were to crawl back into that shell of his, it would surely destroy her.
Then, without a word, he reached over and pulled her into his arms. She gave a shudder of relief before cradling herself against his chest. He did care. Even just the smallest and at that moment only, but it was all she needed. Closing her eyes she fell into a deep restful sleep in the arms of the man she loved.
CHAPTER 8
She awoke the next morning to the hushed sounds of someone moving about the room. Fluttering her sleepy eyes open, she pulled herself into a sitting position. A few feet from the sofa bed with his back to Laura, Dexter silently dressed himself.
“Dexter? What are you doing?”
He glanced over his shoulder and noticed her naked from the waist up. Turning away instantly, he commanded in a gruff voice, “Cover yourself up.”
Frowning, but obeying nevertheless, she watched in confusion as he straightened himself from tying his boots. His face appearing more relaxed. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
She ignored this comment. “Where are you going?”
